Pochette Suprise

Travelling by train in the evening is blissful. At least that's how I feel about my yesterday trip between Paris and Nancy. After the mad rush to the train station, sweaty and hot, I sat down with my huge suitcase and bags, opened my computer and calmed down. I almost instantly started dreaming.
Comfortably seated, next to a stranger to who I would not speak during the whole 2hours and 45 minutes of this trip in lalaland. It was just as if a screen appeared in front of my only eyes just above over people's seats. Beaming from the sky, Peter in his underwear dancing in an unlikely bar in New York.